60% Of My Mind

Chapter 7 - Falling

Emmett's POV

As I walked into the hospital I realized that the whole place was deserted. All of the lights were off and I couldn see a soul. I walked into a few hospital rooms, and they were empty too.

Does this hospital have any patients?

I walked upstairs to see a row of the rooms of 60%. As I walked into each room, to my horror, everything was untouched.

There was Elise, passed out on the floor from when we saw Noa for the last time.

There was Niall, wrapped in a blanket and left on his hospital bed.

Noa and Harry hadn't even been cleaned up. The scene of the suicides were in the exact same place.

Cosette was white as a ghost, and beside her Justin's head had a massive bullet hole in it.

Bradley was bleeding everywhere and Duncan and Angelina were still frozen on their beds.

My eyes filled up with tears. What had I done to deserve this?

My steps echoed through the hallway until every step felt like I was dropping a million weights. As I put my hand on the door to exit the building, I heard a second pair of steps. Curious, I walked up the stairs back to where my friends were. I saw a black figure disappear into Noa's room. Panicking, I ran after it.

As I opened the door I saw a tall person with a skull for a face and a large staff with a massive blade attached. He towered over me and his eyes could peer into my soul. I saw him brushing Harry and Noas cheeks with one finger, grabbing both of their souls like they were candy at a candy store.

I huddled in the corner, hoping he wouldn't see me. Then, he turned around and smiled at me.

You want to come with?
He smiled with his rotten teeth and I curled back with my back pressed to the wall, shaking my head.

WELL TOO BAD.

His finger brushed my face and I ran away, only to find that I was falling. I hit the ground with a hard thud, and found myself in a cold stone room. As I looked to my left, I saw the rest of the band. We were lined up in a row across from what I could only imagine as the grim reaper.

Well, well, well. What do we have here?

His voice chilled me to the bone and I shook my head in dismay. My friends looked like they had been beaten up and they had fierce scowls on their faces.

I couldn't believe it. What had he done to 60%?